Million In The Morning
Johnny L.
If doomsday comes, how will I know?
Chances are, I’ll still be sitting here
With a drink in my hand
A glass of white wine in the afterglow
Toasting to two or three possibilities
That I can’t stand
So buy a drink for my friend
With three hands and a round face
A million in the morning, will she let me go
A million in the morning
and a million places I should be
A million in the morning, will she let me know
A million in the morning
And it’s getting later
All the time
I’m not sure what she sees in him
And as the night goes on I’m
Not quite sure what I see at all
I’m drinking myself under a pseudonym
And I get the feeling that I
Should have left here hours ago
But first I’ll punch the smile off of that
Stupid looking face
A million in the morning, will she let me go
A million in the morning
and a million places I should be
A million in the morning, will she let me know
A million in the morning
And it’s getting later
All the time
This is my own zero hour
My judgement night